The Cornerian Complex

[Star_Dragon]

(BW, it's Kylet'oran, not Kyle't Oran. I realize this is a difficult name to spell, so it's understandable.)

"Well, General Kylet'oran rarely ever travels outside Dragonarian space, and the few times he does is to pay a visit to his dragon mentor, Golia'nus - or Goliath, as he calls him," Kyle explained. "Even so, his stronghold-estate is well-fortified. Not even Anna and I can't get to him without going through numerous security screenings; the Dragonarians take his safety very seriously."

"So seriously, it borders on complete absurdity," Annika commented. "But then, Kylet'oran is a legend in Dragonarian history; he has a service record miles long, figuratively speaking."

"However, I am a bit curious - of what interest is he to you?" Kyle asked. "I need a clear picture of what you want if I have any chance of convincing the General to meet you."

(Believe it or not, old friend, I am starting to get an RP idea inspiration.)

[ballisticwaffles]

( do not mistake simple bad spelling for disregaurding your charecter's names. My apologise, i will try and make sure to correct myself in the future.)

"I am captain of a ship. My ship trades for profit." Jay said slowly, his vocal synthesizer spitting out the words. "If i can convince a high ranking official that my trade is good, than i have a better chance of finding profit."

[Star_Dragon]

(New char. You know where to look: http://starfox-onlin...813#entry358813 )

"I am captain of a ship. My ship trades for profit." Jay said slowly, his vocal synthesizer spitting out the words. "If i can convince a high ranking official that my trade is good, than i have a better chance of finding profit."

Kyle laughed slightly. "If it's trade you're looking for," he said, "I don't think it's Kylet'oran you should be talking to, being that he's retired Dragonarian Military; you'd probably want to talk to the head of the Dragonarian Imperial Trade Commission. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is. You could probably find him--" Kyle stopped midsentence, shuddering as a very cold chill crawled up his spine.

"Kyle?" Annika asked, "Is something wrong?"

* * *

On the other side of the complex, a lone, black-cloaked figure wandered in. The hood was over his head, and he walked, imposing and intimidating to lesser men, through the bowels of the complex. He brought two fingers up to his forehead and closed his eyes. He remained that way for a full five seconds, then murmured, "Ful rok los het (So he is here)... So much the better." The cloaked figure continued along an invisible path, intent unknown...

[ballisticwaffles]

"Electromagnetic waves" Jay said, a whirring noise as his Servo arms grasped the glass that was set before him. "You. Are. Talking to someone. With. Your mind."

After spelling out for Gracia, He shook his head at Kyle. "If the military Buys from us, we can guarentee that the Trade corperations willvbuy from us to sell to them at a mark up when we cease our sales. Economically speaking, the military is to start us off, the trade commision can wait until we gain a foot hold."

[Star_Dragon]

Another cold shiver shot up Kyle's spine, but he managed to say, "As I said, General Jek'ari is retired - the best route to get military tech would be through his eld... eldes... eldest son, Stathl'en." He paused, his spine feeling like ice, then continued between shivers, "But... to get Military-grade Dragonarian goods, you will... will... need a strong bond of trust with them. Ge... Generally... gained by... wor... working with them."

"Kyle?" Annika asked, increasingly worried about her boyfriend. "Baby, what is it? What do you sense?"

Kyle brought a hand to rub his temple, closing his eyes. "I... can't make heads or tails of it... there's... a chaotic presence. Here."

* * *

The black-cloaked figure lowered his fingers from his forehead, moving on toward his objective, whatever it was. His cloak slightly fluttered as he moved aolong, but generally kept the figure's battleplate hidden. No one noticed it nor the gauntlets he wore, both colored black.

[ballisticwaffles]

(not sure if you saw, but they are enforcing the rule of No violence in the Complex. If there is to be any sort of confrentation, we have t o do i in PM's which im willing to do.)

"EM waves increasing" Jay noted out loud, his voice box frizzeling with static. "Switching. VOCAL MODE." HIs mask popped off, a pale pair of lips forming a decrepid and shallow face.

His voice rough, he said. "Im not looking for military goods, im looking for basic goods to make some cash."

[Star_Dragon]

(Trust me, there isn't gonna be one... unless you want one. I'm bored, but not that bored.)

"Either way," Annika said, "You'd have to speak with the current High General of the Dragonarian Military - not the retired. If you wish to speak with him, you'd have to head to Dragonaria Prime or Mirdak... wherever General Stathl'en is."

"Drem yol lok, Dovah'Kiir," a voice from nearby said. "It's been a while since we last spoke." The black-cloaked figure appeared, standing before them.

Kyle frowned. "How do you know that name?" he asked.

[Geo Stelar]

(lmao I almost forgot about this.. well, I gotta continue where I left off, right?)

As Geo ventured towards the canteen, images of food flew through his mind, especially pasta dishes, his favorite, and also a nice, big, bed for he is feeling very tired as well.

Through 5 staircases he ran, and after wandering about he finally saw the canteen, which was less crowded than what he expected, but nevertheless he felt relieved that his hunger will be satisfied and his thirst be quenched.

[Star_Dragon]

"Drem yol lok, Dovah'Kiir," a voice from nearby said. "It's been a while since we last spoke." The black-cloaked figure appeared, standing before them.

Kyle frowned. "How do you know that name?" he asked.

The black-cloaked figure chuckled. "I am not surprised you do not recognize me, Dovah'Kiir. But know that we have met before, you and I." The cloaked figure removed the hood, and Kyle stared in shock at the face within.

"Tuz'In?" he asked. "Tuz'In Do'Vokun?"

The cloaked figure nodded in affirmation. "Been a long time since we fought on Keizaal, old friend."

[ballisticwaffles]

"What is going on here?" Jay asked, his eyes warily tracking the newcomer, subconciencously keeping track of Gracia as well.

"W-w-who are you?" Gracia asked, her eyes bright and filled with worry. She had seen the destruction these People could do when it suited their fancy, and she was making sure she had access to the nearest table to hide under.

[Star_Dragon]

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, then introduced the newcomer. "Sorry, people - this is Tuz'In Do'Vokun. He and I... well, let's just say we go back a ways."

Tuz'In looked to Gracia. "You've nothing to fear from me, young one. Had my purpose in coming here been combat, I'd have gone to the holographic arena. I hear they have an... interesting target range program. Rest assured, I mean none of you any harm. Dein ko hadrim... Keep in mind, I maintain this appearance for... defensive purposes. But, I digress; I meant not to startle or intimidate any of you, so I apologize if I did."

[ballisticwaffles]

"Than what are you here for?" Jay asked, his pale face twitching as his disease began to flare up, his nose running and his eyes watering, given him the appearance of a mad man.

[Star_Dragon]

"To be quite honest," Tuz'In replied, "I am just... 'kicking back' as you would call it. Speaking of which, I know there's a residential sector to this complex, but I don't have a map of a facility; would you happen to know where it is located?"

[ballisticwaffles]

"I do not reside in this complex, i am lacking in the map as well." Jay admitted at last, spending a few minutes staring balnkly. Gracia shook her head as well, "Momma said not to invade personal property"

[Star_Dragon]

Tuz'In shrugged. "Very well," he sighed. "I shall attempt to find it myself. I have an excess of time on my hands and nothing else to do, so..." He turned to leave, then stopped, pausing for a moment as he brought up two fingers to his forehead, and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, donned his hood, and vanished into the crowd.

Kyle turned to Jay. "You were saying?"

[ballisticwaffles]

"Yes... I dont like the look of that man... Anyway, by trading with the retired general, it looks good with the military if it has his stamp of approval on it, even if it is just rations and spare mechanical supplies" Jay said.

Gracia nodded and slowly sipped her water.

[Star_Dragon]

"That's fine," Annika said. "We don't have a problem setting up the meeting, it's just a matter of convincing Kylet'oran to venture all the way out here... unless you want to fly all the way out to Dragonaria Prime just to meet him."

"You needn't worry about Tuz'In," Kyle said. "He and I go a ways back. If ever you wind up on Nirn, head to Skyrim and look for a dragon named Parthurnaax; he knows every detail that can be known about him."

"Now, in the meantime," Annika said, "Kyle and I have things we want to do. We'll contact General Jek'ari soon as we get set up in the Residential area."

"Where should we meet you if and when we get a meeting time?" Kyle asked.

[ballisticwaffles]

Jay sputtered "paathurnax? logging the name... loading... oh... OH him... oh uhm... yea... How about we meet..."

(I PRESCRIBE A TIMESKIP HERE)

[Star_Dragon]

(How far ahead?)

Tuz'In wandered from one end of the complex to the other, almost aimlessly. He suddenly stopped, bringing two fingers to his forehead as he felt a familiar presence in his mind.

I've never seen you so troubled, old friend, a voice said in his head. What is wrong? It was Parthurnaax.

I'm not sure, Tuz'In said. Something seems... Folaas. Something feels wrong, onik fahdon. Out of place.

Perhaps you still feel the after-effects of what you survived on Mu-Gamma IV, Parthurnaax suggested. It is not uncommon. I remember that after Dovahkiin defeated Alduin, he felt the same--

It is nothing like that, old friend, Tuz'In said. It is different, but I know not how.

[ballisticwaffles]

( To the meeting? or to before, your choice)

[Star_Dragon]

(Gonna sign off for a bit to work on a few things. My recommendation: I'll start a PM RP for this. I have a few ideas. You want to invite someone to tag along, be my guest. I'll put together a few details in the meantime.)

[Salem]

Deric stared blankly at his phone and then smiled and said, "Thanks."

"Hello?", Deric answered

"Deric!"Came the reply of a very familiar voice

"Oh, hi Lidia",Deric said in a cheery tone

"Umm... where are you right now?", Lidia asked

"I'm in the hospital but I'm fi -'click'- she hung up on me", Deric's eyes widened and he dropped the phone,"What have I done!?"

There was a loud bang as the hospital doors flung open with Lidia rushing through with her brother Jason tailing after her

"DEEERRRIIIC!!!!",Lidia yelled she ran towards him

'SHIT!'

Lidia then clung around Deric in a crushing hug

"KAAAHHH! LET GO! LET GO! GGAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Lidia kept hugging him oblivious of the fact he was howling in pain.

Tyler; being massive in size, picked Lidia up by the waist slowly facing her towards Chris.

"Well, having some time off I see",Jason said to Deric

"V...very f...f...funny...asshole",Deric managed to say annoyed at Jason's comment.

"So what did you do this time?",Jason asked

"Sparing match... cracked... three ribs",Deric said taking in deep breaths as he did so.

"Now was that any way to act?", Chris asked Lidia rhetorically, "You need to calm down Lidia... Deric's fine"

"No He's Not! Look at him he's writhing in pain",Lidia snapped back

"Yeah, thanks to you", Jason said coolly, "Did you think to see what was wrong with him first before you lunged at him?", he asked.

[Star_Dragon]

(For those of you who haven't already, read: http://starfox-online.net/topic/9158-marauder-alpha/ )

The roar of twin ion engines (TIE, lol) flew over the complex as a heavily-modified Alpha-class XG2M1 Star Wing Assault Gunboat sailed over. It's lateral wings and winglets folded up, and the craft landed in an adjacent landing bay.

Twenty standard minutes later, a lone figure walked into the complex - his features were hidden by his armored robes, and he had multiple inactive lightsabers, varying in design, were clipped to his belt. He also had a hood over his helmeted head, and at the tips of his fingers, covered by gauntlets, were metal claws about an inch in length.

The lone figure looked around, then headed into the complex. His boots made a steady thump, thump, thump as he walked along. He seemed to have no destination in particular. In fact, he seemed... distant. Like his mind was elsewhere, and his body was running on autonomous mode. It would be difficult to tell, given that his body was covered, hidden from view by his armor.

He wandered over into the medical area and stopped before the already-present crowd. He surveyed them without even moving, looked around the hospital, and turned around and left without a word.

[Salem]

Deric panted for a wile as laid back down in his bed, his side searing pain.

"Come on, lets let him rest", Chris said as he gestured for the others to follow.

"Get better soon",Lidia said with a hint of worry in her voice as she walked out the door.

[Star_Dragon]

The strangely-clad figure continued to wander in the complex, destination unknown, when he felt a familiar presence in his head.

Acting on the familiar presence he felt, the figure got down on his knees, his head bowed and his eyes closed - though his face couldn't be seen through the helmet he wore - and said telepathically, What is thy bidding, my master?

Really, Faasnu - you need not do that, replied the voice of Faasnu's ancient master, Ahkrinviingah. I merely wished to make sure you arrived at Corneria safely.

Outwardly, Faasnu looked like he was meditating in the midst of the complex's crowds. No one paid him any heed - walking around him and away from him as though he were little more than an obstacle in the complex.